Slow mine feet are, frozen their veins. Still closing helplessly afar, waking the creatures within. I am a lonely traveller, awaiting to sleep eternally
Slow my feet are frozen their veins still closing helplessly afar waking the creatures within I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep eternally under
, poling the boat from the shore Peering a head through damp clinging haze He thought that he saw strange swirling shapes A trick on the eyes that the mist
need" He asks: Is there any true peace at all? These cries for help echoes louder Through the dark night of his soul But while praying in despair He discerns the shape
Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass... and i watch in trance how this weather's wind howls between the trees... and how these last signs of light
This day travels within the dense mist and awake this clearer sight as the birth of the night is seen... Though my mind wander like an stream beside,
you need" He asks: Is there any true peace at all? These cries for help echoes louder Through the dark night of his soul But while praying in despair He discerns the shape
